The words on the page
Arranged in neat lines
Like a play on a stage
When done well - there I shine.On joyful, bright days
And downcast, sad ones too
When you meet someone's gaze
I'll be there, clear and true.Anger burns and flares out
And I'm there in the hurt
If you yell , scream, and shout
I wipe away dust and dirt.Like the slow patter of rain
Or ebbing waves like the sea
Coming fast like a train
Or quietly sitting, like a nice cup of tea.There are some who misuse me
Teeth as sharp as a knife.
But you do really need me
I'm the salt (not the spice) in your salad of life.When you've lost something dear
I'm there like a friend
You have nothing to fear
After all, I might be a good thing, in the end.
Who am I?
